Rescue Stud by boy_tarzan@yahoo.com Here is my second story of this type. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! --------------- I want to tell you a story about what happened to me a few weeks ago. You probably won't believe me, but hey, I know what I saw, ok? Here's what happened. I was driving along the Capital Beltway one night, going around a curve in the inside lane. A big-ass tractor trailer was on the outside, taking the corner too fast. Wouldn't you know it jack-knifed right on my car. I was aware of a very loud crunch, breaking glass, then I guess I passed out. I came to slumped over on the driver's side door; the roof had partially caved in and I was wedged in between the cab and the trailer (lucky for me or I probably wouldn't be alive to tell this story!) Steam came from the engine compartment, along with an oily smell; I guessed (correctly) that the cab of the truck had crushed the engine compartment. Fortunately I did not smell gas, so the gas tank was probably unruptured. I was trapped, though; the paramedics would have a real time of it getting me out. I could see a triangular space between the cab and trailer, and the median strip beyond, lit by car lights passing in the other direction; but not much else. I noticed my head was bleeding, not too heavily, and it hurt like hell. As I was wondering how long it would take for the emergency crews to get here, a pair of baggy sweats on the biggest legs I'd ever seen appeared in the triangular opening. Whoever it was kneeled, placing a pair of big hands on the end of arms bigger than my legs on the concrete. I grabbed the flashlight I kept under the driver's seat and shone it in the face of this huge young jock of a guy peeking in at me. Above the neck he looked like a pretty-boy: blond hair, green eyes, brilliant white teeth when he smiled reassuringly at me. From the neck down he had the body of a massively built linebacker, in a t- shirt that must have been at least a 3XL, but still looked two sizes too small. His neck was nearly as big as my waist. He had big bowling-ball shoulders, pecs like two hams under his t-shirt, forearms the size of my thighs and upper arms that were even bigger (and my thighs are 21 inches). His midsection looked no bigger than mine (32 inches) but looked solid enough to stop bullets (along with the rest of this guy's muscle). Below that he had tree-trunk legs, and muscular bulls below his knees. "You OK?" he asked me. "I...I guess so," I said shakily. "My head really hurts though--is it cut badly?" He took the flashlight from me and shone it on my head. "Doesn't look too serious, though you may have gotten a nasty bump. Does it hurt anywhere else? Are you numb or tingly anywhere?" Well, I thought to myself, aside from my mind being numb at the size of you, and a tingle inside my shorts.... "No," I said. "Do you have a cell phone?" "Yeah, I do, as a matter of fact, and I've already called 911. I was behind you and saw the whole thing. Don't be scared...I'm going to get you out of here." He took off his shirt, better revealing his rippling muscularity (wow!), and wrapped it around his hand and got rid of enough broken glass so he could safely stick his head in. He looked down at where I was slumped against the door and asked, "Can you move away from the door? Try a little, and don't do it if anything hurts." I tested, and then moved back as far as I could, wondering what he was up to. So then this guy grabs my car door just where the window disappears when you roll it down, except that it's not there at all because it shattered during the crash. I swear the door actually compressed a little where his hands grabbed it. Then he rips the door right off! And I know it was locked from the inside! "FUCK!" I yelled, leaning away a little. "H...How did you do that?" "Well, let's just say I am an amazingly strong guy," he said. "More like a superhumanly strong guy!" I said. "Who are you? And where'd you come from?" And where have you been all my life, I thought to myself. "Call me Mike. And I would get into big trouble if I told you the answer to your other question. And it would be best if you didn't tell anyone you saw me. Come on out and I'll wrap my shirt around your head, to stop the bleeding." I didn't have to be told twice. A few cars passed now and then, but the highway was (fortunately) mostly empty. "Thanks, Mike. I'm glad you were here to help. Where's the truck driver?" I asked. Mike walked around to the other side of my car. The whole truck was on its side, cab and trailer at an angle, with my half-crushed car under it. Mike looked down and frowned. "He's under the cab--his legs have been crushed. Poor guy was knocked unconscious. Stand over there," he said, pointing to the median strip in front of my car. "Got to get this cab off him--no telling what internal injuries he may have." He moved to the front end of the cab. "How are you gonna get it off him?" I asked. I hoped I knew the answer. I've always fantasized about meeting a guy with superhuman strength--I guess I read too many comic books--and this guy seemed like he could be it. Judging from what he had done to the door of my car, he was definitely incredibly strong. "Just stay there and watch.... hopefully the hitch won't break, though if it does...." Mike placed his big paws on the cab's front end, took a deep breath, and pushed. A series of loud squeals mingled with Mike's grunt of power. The cab began to tip up, a little slowly at first, then faster as it passed 45 degrees; Mike shifted his hands lower. I was awestruck by this young super-stud's display of mind-boggling super strength. The trailer alone must have weighed at least four or five tons even if it was empty; the cab was probably around two or three tons. Mike was pushing it to an upright position like the whole thing only weighed a couple hundred *pounds*! Next the trailer began to creak and groan as it was tilted by its hitch to the cab; its far corner dug a hole in the concrete. I was afraid the hitch would break and the trailer would slam back on its side, even though Mike and the driver were not in its way, but it seemed to hold, even though it screeched enough to make your teeth vibrate. In ten seconds the cab had been pushed through 90 degrees, and it slammed into an upright position with a loud thud. Good thing Mike was finished with his imitation of the Incredible Hulk because I could hear sirens in the distance now. Mike knelt by the truck driver, feeling his chest, then placing his hand near the driver's mouth. "Well, he's alive, thank goodness." Mike looked at me and noticed the mixed look of awe, admiration, and lust on my face. He grinned at me. "I guess you like really strong guys, huh?" "Well...yeah," I said, a little reluctantly. "Thanks for your help-- it would have taken a lot longer if you hadn't happened along. The two of us--" I indicated the truck driver-- "would probably be dead from loss of blood or something. Here comes the ambulance now." "Yeah, I seem to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, in a situation where my, uh, *special* abilities come in real handy. I'm sorry I can't hang around, but I'd better get going before the authorities start asking questions." "Well--wait a minute....will I ever see you again?" I asked. "Do you live around here?" Mike asked. I nodded. "Then I have a feeling we will run into each other again. I come to this area from time to time on-- business, I guess you could say. So I guess I'll see you around," he said, winking at me. He walked quickly back to his car--I noticed it was a late model Corvette--got in, and drove away. I've been dreaming about this super-stud ever since. God, I hope we meet again--I have some steel I want to see him bend. The End (maybe...:) -------------- Send praise and suggestions to boy_tarzan@yahoo.com To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: StrengthFantasies- unsubscribe@egroups.com